This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Royal study.

Li Chen drove away Zhao Yicai on the pretext of asking for pulse from the imperial physician, and finally he was able to be clean for a while.

Song Chunjing brought He Sixing into the door, "Greetings to the emperor."

He Sixing also saluted.

"Get up." Li Chen said.

He Sixing opened the medicine box, took out the silk scarf for pulse diagnosis and other things, and put them on the small table.

Li Chen put his hand on it, Song Chunjing put the silk scarf on his wrist, and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.

Before his hand dropped, Li Chen pulled the silk scarf and threw it aside.

Song Chunjing paused, and Li Chen blinked at him.

He Sixing stood on the side with downcast eyes, not daring to vent his breath, and only pricked up his ears to listen to the movement.

Song Chunjing pressed his finger on Li Chen's wrist with his face unchanged, and then withdrew his hand after a while: "Your Majesty is in good health."

Li Chen nodded, then glanced at He Sixing, and asked with great interest, "Is this the new apprentice of Imperial Physician Song?"

"Sir He's son, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment." Song Chunjing said.

He Sixing immediately knelt on the ground.

Li Chen glanced at him, remembering that the child put a pot on his head.

Song Chunjing: "Sixing is smart, Mr. He said that he has some talent in solving cases. Before the concubine Shu's concubine case and the case of King Li, he could guess one or two based on his confession, which was almost the same as the result. "

"Then why don't you work hard on it and go to the Imperial Hospital?" Li Chen asked.

He Sixing thought he was asking himself a question, and his mind turned several times, not knowing how to answer.

Song Chunjing replied, "I like to be a doctor."

He lowered his head slightly, and his attitude was also respectful. He stood aside relaxedly with a warm complexion, and he was at the side of Mr. Changban.

As he said this, He Sixing's stiff body relaxed a little.

Li Chen nodded. He Houcong was a firm new imperialist, so he didn't say anything more.

Song Chunjing left, Li Chen looked at He Sixing who was following him, and did not stop him.

"Come over at night." He looked at Song Chunjing, and his tone was normal, as if he was calling for a pulse check.

However, the two of them knew exactly what they were here for.

With others around, Song Chunjing had no choice but to agree, "Yes."

In the morning, Li Chen received two waves of officials from other places, and in the afternoon he stayed in the imperial study to read the memorials. Floods in the south, drought in the north, difficulties in collecting taxes in the west, and fleeing bandits in the mountains... none of them was worry-free.

He replied one by one, and then glanced at the sky.

It was almost dusk.

Song Chunjing was about to leave work.

He smiled unconsciously, and counting that he still had time, he picked up a few memorials to read.

After watching for a while, I closed my eyes and took a rest.

The little eunuch walked lightly and brought up a bowl of tea for clearing the lungs.

After resting his mind for a while, Li Chen opened his eyes and continued to read.

After a while, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the teacup, and the temperature passed to his fingertips was slightly hotter than usual.

Li Chen picked it up and took a sip, then put it back where it was.

"But is the tea not to your liking, Your Majesty?" the little eunuch stepped forward and asked.

Li Chen casually asked, "Where's Yan Zhen?"

Unexpectedly, the little eunuch "plopped" and knelt on the ground, "But, isn't the slave not being considerate in his service?"

Li Chen recalled that Yan Zhen had disappeared for a day.

He looked up at the little eunuch, "Answer any questions you ask."

All kinds of rumors about the emperor flashed in the little eunuch's mind, most of them were cruel and cold-blooded, and most of them murdered without blinking an eye. He didn't even dare to look at his predecessors. I have to go out for some important business, and today I will ask my servants to wait on you first..."

Li Chen didn't make a sound, and stared at the top of his head deeply. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't even tell that he was thinking.

The little eunuch knelt on the ground shivering, for a long time, finally couldn't bear the coercion, and said in a crying voice: "I heard from other people who cleaned the palace roads, seeing Director Yan... went, went to the cleansing room!"

The cinnabar-colored pen tip rests on the smooth and flat memorial, the full wolf hair absorbs enough water, and it glows like blood.

Li Chen's whole body paused and stopped on the spot.

Yan Zhen is five or six years older than Li Chen, but it is believed that he is ten years older.

Because he doesn't like to wear bright clothes, speaks old-fashioned, and acts calmly and cautiously for many years, as if he has never been young.

He has been serving Li Chen since he set up the East Palace. He has been loyal for many years and has become the chief steward.

When Li Chen entered the imperial palace, according to the usual practice, it is feasible to assign him a fifth-rank servant. If he is afraid of being wronged, at least he must be able to be a sixth-rank official.

Don't worry about food and drink, less things close to home.

Mainly also peace of mind.

But Yan Zhen didn't want to retire. After thinking about it for a day, he made up his mind to take such a knife.

It hurts so much.

Yan Zhen didn't feel scared lying on the bed, and the executive eunuch didn't feel pain when he raised the knife and dropped it. He didn't know it was difficult until the anesthetic wore off.

He was lying in his special bedroom, dizzy, nauseated, exhausted, sweating one after another, feeling like he was about to die.

A young eunuch next to him kept wiping his sweat. The cotton kerchief was taken out of his hands and twisted until it was half dry, and the entrained water fell back into the basin with a "crash".

Yan Zhen was trembling all over, his lips were as pale as his face.

"Director Yan, you must persevere, just get through today!"

The little eunuch was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make it through, so he kept talking to him, "The slave was like this back then, he almost couldn't survive, after going through this pain, everything went smoothly in the future, and there is no more difficult pain to endure."

Yan Zhen had nothing to say, and distracted his attention: "What's your name?"

"Slave Zhao Hede, because the pronunciation didn't sound good, the head of the House of Internal Affairs changed it to only be called Xiao Dezi. If you hadn't asked me, this slave would have forgotten his name."

Yan Zhen nodded, he took a few deep breaths, trying to relieve the pain, but to no avail.

"squeak--"

The door of the newly decorated house was pushed open, first a young eunuch walked in and stood aside with his head bowed, and behind him, a black gold brocade boot stepped in.

Yan Zhen walked up the line of sight of the boots, and saw the emperor with a strong figure and a gloomy complexion.

Li Chen walked over with a sullen face. Although Dezi had never served the emperor up close, he could guess who it was by looking at this golden dragon robe.

He hurriedly knelt on the ground, "Greetings to the emperor!"

Li Chen passed him until Yan Zhen was in front of him, and took a look at his bleeding face.

Uda followed behind him, his eyes widened in shock.

Yan Zhen did not expect that the emperor would come to see him in person.

He struggled to get up, "I greet the emperor..."

Li Chen pressed him down, "How is it?"

The majestic and deep voice sounded, startling Tokuko who was kneeling on the ground, and only when no one answered did he realize that he was asking himself.

He kowtowed again and stammered: "Back, back to the emperor, this is a difficult time, you need to be patient..."

"Can only be patient?" Li Chen asked.

"Yes, yes," Dezi replied quickly, "The anesthetic has slowly passed, and it's the time when it hurts the most."

"Can't you take any more medicine?"

"No..." Dezi looked at his face, his heart pounded, and he felt that his condition was not much better than Yan Zhen's. He didn't dare to wipe the sweat on his face, and said, "...I don't know, what else? People come here like this, if you need more medicine, you may have to go to the father-in-law in the clean room to ask for some."

The majestic emperor is here, and he has to ask the father-in-law in the cleansing room to get some medicine.

"Bastard." Sure enough, Li Chen said two words in a low voice.

His tone was not angry, and even his face did not change a bit.

However, it is precisely because of this that it is even more scary.

The majesty and aura contained in it was like a mountain top, and the little eunuch was so frightened that his whole body went limp and he lay on the ground.

"Go to Jing'er." Li Chen looked at the bed and said humanely.

Standing aside in shock, Wu Da stared at Yan Zhen's lower body, his vision was blocked by the thin film, but he still seemed to be able to see the blood red.

After counting breaths, he finally realized, "Yes!"

After Yan Bi turned around and ran away, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Your Majesty," Yan Zhen forced a smile with difficulty, the color of his lips was not much darker than that of his white teeth, "You don't need to work hard Mr. Song..."

"Nonsense!" Li Chen scolded him.

It wasn't just scolding, because his brows were frowning, his face was not like usual, and the anger was leaking from his eyes, and his whole face sank.

"...From now on, the slave will be able to serve you in a fair and honest manner." Yan Zhen gasped for breath with difficulty, he was about to get up, but was pressed down again by Li Chen.

"Stop moving."

Yan Zhen exhaled a long breath, sweat gathered into a drop, slowly flowed into his eyes, and he closed his eyes because of the sting.

"You," Li Chen said to Dezi, "come."

Dezi got up in a hurry, twisted the cotton towel, and wiped the sweat on Yan Zhen's face and neck.

"Your Majesty," Yan Zhen tried his best to endure, and bit his cheeks into a hard piece of iron: "Even if it is the life of the slave, the slave will be willing to give it, let alone a mere body."

Li Chen: "Knowing that you are loyal, you don't have to show it like this."

Yan Zhen closed his eyes weakly, and the eye circles were stained red by the bloodshot inside, "...the slave has no parents, wives and children, and the Eastern Palace is home. Right now, there are few people available around you. Instead of dragging and embarrassing you, it's better to be like this." Come here happily, this slave is willing to follow the emperor for the rest of his life."

Although he never mentioned the queen mother's hint, Li Chen knew what he was doing.

But because of his self-assessment, Li Chen looked at him with such an appearance at this moment, feeling a little annoyed and angry.

Wu Da ran quickly, all the way to the Tai Hospital, and called Song Chunjing to rush back.

After a while, he carried the medicine box and arrived with Song Chunjing without panting.

Yan Zhen was dizzy and could barely see the person, and smiled with difficulty, "Master Song..."

Song Chunjing quickly stepped forward to take a look at his pale face, then reached out to lift the quilt, and saw Yan Zhen's begging eyes in a blink of an eye, and hesitated for a while.

"... Your Majesty, please avoid it first." He said to Li Chen.

Yan Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, although his face was still covered with rain-soaked white ash on the wall.

Wu Da moved a stool, but Li Chen didn't sit down, and followed him a few steps away.

The two are now in the room, listening to the movement on the bed.

Wu Da turned his head and took a look, and saw that the basin brought out by the little eunuch was full of bright red blood.

He felt uneasy in his heart, and only felt severe pain.

Li Chen glanced at him, "Do you know the details?"

Uda's throat twitched, he shook his head, and said honestly, "It looks like it hurts, and my subordinates are a little scared."

Of course it hurts, the most painful in the world, but that's all.

Both master and servant were silent.

Before Song Chunjing stopped, the sound of the medicine box drawer being pulled was soft and faint.

Wu Da didn't dare to think about it at all, and when he thought about it, he felt that his balls hurt like hell, and his legs were limp.

After a while, he asked in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yan... can you connect it? Should you go and look for it, he was cut off..."

He said with difficulty: "Egg."

Li Chen "..."

It turned out that Li Chen had experienced many storms, and he developed a face that could not distinguish between happiness and anger, and he was also shocked by his strange thoughts.

Uda scratched his head and continued to think: "Sew it on? Can it still work if it is sewed on?"

"...What do you think?" Li Chen asked in shock.

He thought about it again, Song Chunjing's medical skills are superb, and he can try any difficult and miscellaneous diseases, maybe there is really hope and possibility.

Over there, Song Chunjing gave Yan Zhen painkiller powder, then applied ointment to promote wound healing, and finally passed two packs of medicine to Dezi, "Twice a day in the morning and evening with warm water, if the pain is severe, you can Add clothes."

Dezi agreed, thinking that this man has high medical skills, good looks, good temper, and he is like a living Bodhisattva.

Song Chunjing packed the medicine box and walked towards Li Chen, "It's done."

Li Chen and Wu Da looked back together, and Yan Zhen had already fallen asleep.

Song Chunjing said: "The knife in the cleansing room is fairly sharp. There are many blood vessels, which are sensitive and painful. It is very easy to die of blood loss or pain. After all, Manager Yan is old and can't resist it like a young one."

Most of the eunuchs sent to the palace had to be dealt with before they were ten years old. The younger they were, the stronger their resilience was, and the greater their chances of survival.

"How is he now?" Li Chen asked.

"Barely stopped the bleeding, took some painkillers, and stopped moving for two or three days," Song Chunjing said.

Li Chen's face eased a little, thinking of Wu Da's words, hesitantly asked: "That... can you continue?"

Song Chunjing: "What?"

"That's right," Li Chen glanced at Yan Zhen.

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, looked at him with complicated eyes, and then said, "The two sides of the incision □□, judging from the amount of bleeding and the condition of the wound, it has been two or three hours, and it can't be connected."

Even if he said he couldn't connect, then it must be impossible.

Li Chen touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

Song Chunjing said again: "It's useless to connect it, and I suffer from the pain of stitches for nothing."

Wu Da grabbed the seam of his trousers, and smiled without any smile, "...will it look better?"

Song Chunjing: "..."

"You won't be able to see it when you put on your trousers," Song Chunjing said, and then asked Li Chen, "Your Majesty, if you want to sew, you can barely sew a decoration. In terms of children's affairs, there is no hope anyway."

He emphasized it again, "Stitching is a slow job, it's not as fast as lifting a knife in the net, and it will be very painful."

Li Chen immediately felt his lower body tighten, as if being pricked by a needle.

He thought about the scene of suffering, and said hesitantly: "... Forget it, let's say goodbye."

When Wu Da thought about it, his scalp became numb, and he quickly waved his hands: "Then let's forget it..."

Yan Zhen lay silently on the bed with his eyes closed, and the little eunuch wiped the sweat off his head after a while.

His complexion looked much better than before, but it was still bloodless, and even the skin was pale and seeped.

Although his face was ugly, his expression was gentle and relaxed, and his whole body was naturally trapped in the quilt, sleeping very deeply.

The enthronement ceremony is just around the corner, and the palace is cleaned spotlessly. The ground of the Hall of Supreme Harmony is as clean as a mirror. People in each palace have increased their salaries, and they all have more smiling faces, revealing a happy atmosphere everywhere.

The dynasty was changed, the world was amnesty, and tariffs were lowered. The peasants bowed to the palace to thank God.

The red lanterns hung outside the palace for a while, which was very festive.

The closer it is to the grand ceremony, the smaller the emperor's walking range, and countless people follow him at every turn to prevent accidents.

Li Chen walked around twice, feeling troublesome, so he simply stayed in the imperial study to review the memorials.

Fortunately, being able to see Song Chunjing at least twice a day gave him a lot of comfort.

Yan Zhen felt better, and took a cup of tea to the door of the imperial study.

Seeing him coming, Wu Da quickly ran to him, "Director Yan!"

Yan Zhen nodded to him, "Commander Wuda."

Wu Da didn't dare to look him up and down, for fear that he would feel uncomfortable, so he just looked at his face and the tray in his hand and said, "The emperor has ordered you to be the chief inspector of ceremonies, and rewarded you with a house and money. Ben, shall we go for a drink?"

The supervisor of ceremonies, the highest authority in the entire eunuch system, 'has no name as a prime minister, but has the reality of a prime minister'.

When necessary, you can even comment on the memorial, cut first and then play.

Yan Zhen was silent for a while, his eyes were moist.

"I," he said, a little hoarsely, and then he cleared his throat, "I'll bring tea to the emperor first."

"Yeah," Uda couldn't help nodding, and greeted him inside.

Li Chen was approving the memorials, and deeply felt that the early death of the emperors in the past was due to overwork. Even if you didn't stop for a moment, there would only be more and more memorials on the table, and it would never be possible to finish approving them.

The door of the imperial study room was gently opened, revealing a section of sunlight, which brightened the room a bit.

Then the door closed again, and the room returned to its previous brightness.

There is an extra cup of tea on the table.

Hearing this slight movement, Li Chen raised his head from the mountain of memorials.

The tray was placed aside, Yan Zhen knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply, and pressed his forehead to the ground, "My servant greets the emperor."

Li Chen looked at his body lying on the ground, and said after a while, "Get up."

"Ready?" he asked.

Yan Zhen raised his head, "Okay, I wasted a lot of time, please don't blame me."

Li Chen didn't mention that matter, he picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

"Your Majesty," Yan Zhen still looked a little weak, with his whole face drooping, "You appointed this servant as the head of the Ceremony Supervisor, and also rewarded you with a lot of money and a house. The servant thanked the Emperor."

He knelt on the ground full of gratitude, his eyes were moist, and he said sincerely: "But the slave is not for this."

"I know." Li Chen said.

He put down the teacup that was warm in his hand, and it landed on the table with a soft sound.

"That's right," he said, looking at the cover covered with red plums and gold, "You still win my heart the most."

Yan Zhen was still kneeling on the ground looking up at him, Li Chen said: "Get up and serve."

Yan Zhen stood up, and wiped away his hazy teary eyes.

At noon, Ru Luodian sent someone to send the draft list, and decided the draft on the third day after the grand ceremony, and asked the emperor to spare time to come to the scene.

Li Chen still felt thirsty after drinking two cups of tea, so Yan Zhen added another cup, "It is inevitable that you will be thirsty in the dry autumn, and I will ask Song Taiyi to prescribe two medicines to recuperate later, so don't catch a cold and get angry."

Li Chen nodded his head, stretched out his pen and poked at the roster, "When the time comes, follow along and look at Tiaocha."

Yan Zhen: "..."

He thought for a moment, and said awkwardly: "I'm afraid Mr. Song will be angry with you if he finds out."

Li Chen: "If you don't choose, I'm afraid the former courtiers and the empress dowager will talk about it endlessly, and they will have to ask the bottom line, and they will have to be urged for three to five days. If Chun Jing'er is dug out by then, I'm afraid it will be bad for him."

"It's not a fuel-efficient lamp." He threw away the roster and looked at the names of the daughters of several high-ranking officials and ministers in the corner of the roster. "After much deliberation, I can't take this risk."

Yan Zhen immediately said: "The emperor is far-sighted, and the imperial doctor Song will definitely understand."

"It doesn't matter whether he understands it or not," Li Chen said quietly, "He only needs to be good, and I understand the rest."

Yan Zhen followed with a smile, he was afraid that there would be a misunderstanding between the two of them, so he said, "We must also explain clearly."

Li Chen nodded, then looked at the roster again, and said in advance: "You can let go of your looks, and pick some with good tempers."

'Have a good temper', it is more appropriate to say dare not speak out.

Yan Zhen understood what he meant, but he still said in a difficult way: "At that time, there will be the queen mother and noble concubine by my side, and the slaves dare not be the master of the emperor."

Li Chen completely ignored his words, "Choose a few less after you go."

Yan Zhen: "..."

Yan Zhen never expected that such a big event would happen on the first day of work.